Cycling Down a Fjord

After arriving in Fläm, I stayed the night in a hostel at a campground and the next day took the Flamsbana railway back to Myrdal, which turned out to be nothing more than a train station and a couple other buildings. From Myrdal I rode a rented mountain bike back down dirt and gravel roads towards Fläm...

Myrdal, a happening town...

The switchbacks next to the waterfall mark the first part of my descent back into Fläm.

Waterfalls were everywhere, cascading the 500-1000 feet from the steep ranges above down to the valley floor.

At the bottom of the deep valley, sharp rock and cliffs have way to a grassy, green floor carved by a glacier millions of years ago.

The human fascination with water is an interesting one... Crowds flock to take pictures of waterfalls no matter what part of the world you're in. I was lucky enough to enjoy these in compete solitude....

The water flowing down was the most aqua-clear I've ever seen. This section was about 10 feet deep!

The 12 mile ride should've taken less than an hour but with all the photo breaks it took more like three...

It was a cold ride so I tucked my hoodie into my helmet and it wouldn't be a blog post without a shameless selfie... Function beats fashion in this 10 second timer selfie...